Nugae Literariae: Prose and VerseHamilton, 1841 - 585 Seiten |
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... brain of Jove , -if Cad- mus could rule off his Alphabet at once , -we are , of necessity , carried back to a far earlier age in which substances and events were denoted by graphic resemblances and representations . Such drawings might ...
... brain of Jove , -if Cad- mus could rule off his Alphabet at once , -we are , of necessity , carried back to a far earlier age in which substances and events were denoted by graphic resemblances and representations . Such drawings might ...
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... brain , Unmixed with baser matter . " Soon he complains : " The time is out of joint , O cursed spite That ever I was born to set it right . " He holds his life valueless under such a condition : " Except my life , except my life ...
... brain , Unmixed with baser matter . " Soon he complains : " The time is out of joint , O cursed spite That ever I was born to set it right . " He holds his life valueless under such a condition : " Except my life , except my life ...
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... brains out , had I so sworn , as you Have done in this . " This is competent evidence that it was not infernal suggestion which instigated him , that " kindled him to the crown . " And equally clear is it that his wife is not the ...
... brains out , had I so sworn , as you Have done in this . " This is competent evidence that it was not infernal suggestion which instigated him , that " kindled him to the crown . " And equally clear is it that his wife is not the ...
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... out , and of water bewitched , but probably fears less from the water- witch , than from the " invisible spirit , " which steals away the brains . In letting himself out , the householder , ON THE YORKSHIRE DIALECT . 313.
... out , and of water bewitched , but probably fears less from the water- witch , than from the " invisible spirit , " which steals away the brains . In letting himself out , the householder , ON THE YORKSHIRE DIALECT . 313.
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Prose and Verse Richard Winter Hamilton. brains . In letting himself out , the householder , finding that he does not understand the fastening of the door , hurries to undo it , making mention of a sneck . Having some little way to go ...
Prose and Verse Richard Winter Hamilton. brains . In letting himself out , the householder , finding that he does not understand the fastening of the door , hurries to undo it , making mention of a sneck . Having some little way to go ...
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Seite 192 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Seite 415 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd : The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings, lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Seite 147 - ... if the invention of the ship was thought so noble, which carrieth riches and commodities from place to place, and consociateth the most remote regions in participation of their fruits, how much more are letters to be magnified, which, as ships, pass through the vast seas of time, and make ages so distant to participate of the wisdom, illuminations, and inventions, the one of the other?
Seite 213 - tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Seite 380 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Seite 401 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me. That I have much ado to know myself.
Seite 153 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
Seite 139 - WHAT is truth ?" said jesting Pilate, and would not stay for an answer. Certainly there be that delight in giddiness, and count it a bondage to fix a belief, affecting free-will in thinking as well as in acting. And though the sects of philosophers of that kind be gone, yet there remain certain discoursing wits which are of the same veins, though there be not so much blood in them as was in those of the ancients.
Seite 259 - When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Seite 146 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.